First Glance

Chapter 6 (Matt)

I managed to drag her down the stairs, tie her, gag her, and lock her in her room without her waking up. Skills.

I drugged her after I put her in there. I don't need her waking up yet. I am through scrubbing blood off the floor and hiding the crowbar. But, something still seems suspicious. I can't put my finger on it.

My room is in the attic. Far away from where my parents room was. Even back when we lived here, my parents still sucked.

I have grown up in such a way that I have learned to be there for myself. You have to be there for yourself when nobody else will.

The house has gotten very run down. I almost couldn't recognize it. It does look like the same home though. If you look closely.

I am really good at cleaning houses. Have been since I was young. My mom would never clean like other moms, leaving me to do the work. Only now do I realize how good it is that I can clean.

Cleaning this house took me hours and hours. But, finally I'm done. Just in time too.

Screams come from the basement. Loud howls, like that of a person being tortured. Kasey.

I run down the stairs and into her room. She managed to rip off her gag and is now squirming on the ground screaming. Everything in me wants to just fall down and help her.

Instead I just say "Your throat will get raw if you yell to long." She stops, then starts sobbing. "Why?" She asks, her voice breaking.

"I love you, thats why." I tell her. I walk over to her and gently place my hand on her shoulder. "No" she says to me "this is not how you treat a person you love".

What? I had not thoughtof how this may hurt her in any way. I just want her near me, all the time.

"But I do love you" I reasure her. She starts crying louder. She stops and looks up at me, and gives me a look if pure devastation. "Then let me go".

I shake my head and get up, walking back up the stairs. Her sobs grow and she starts screaming at me "I HATE YOU I HATE I HATE YOU".

My eyes tear up. Why? Why do you hate me? All I have done is love you. I can't help that somedays I'm not in control. It's not my fault.

She continues sobbing and wailing as I shut the door to the basement. Maybe she is hungry or something. That would explain her confusion.

I go to the kitchen and look in the cupboards. Absolutely nothing. I don't have much money on me. Maybe there is some around here. I remember where my parents would out their spare change. Under a floorboard in their room.

I go to their room, bringing the crowbar that is still caked in blood, and go to the floorboard. I use the crowbar to yank the floorboard up, revealing a small metal box. I pick it up and open it.

Inside is a loaded hand gun, something that looks like pot,  and 3,000 dollars. Why on earth did they leave all this?

I take the money and the handgun and walk to the car.